The seventh day of February.

After the death of the monks of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect, the matching swords they held during their lifetime would be inserted into their graves.

The sword mound of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect only buried dozens of swords at the beginning of the sect's creation, and later after dozens of generations of sword casting, hidden swords, and sword collection, the number of sword mounds buried swords reached a million.

Every monk of the Nine Heavens Sword Sect can go to the Sword Shrine to summon their own sword once.

The sky of the sword mound was gloomy, and the heavy air pressure made people breathless.

The old man of the sword mound sat on a wooden chair, and the four treasures of the study room were placed on the table in front of him, the old man had been taking care of the sword mound for many years, and he had seen countless genius disciples in and out of the sword mound in his life, such as Li Yunfei, Liu Bai, Chen Tianyuan, Wang Tianlong, Nangong Buluo, Song Haoran, and so on.

Those gifted and splendid monks were all impressed by the old men guarding the tomb, and when they saw them take out their swords from the sword mound, the old men guarding the tomb felt that the afterlife was terrifying.

Today is the seventh day of the second lunar month, and Jian Wuji, who has already practiced the Great Perfection of Qi, came to the Sword Shrine alone according to the instructions of his master, Master Kunjun.

The old man guarding the tomb had old age spots on his face, he stroked his withered yellow beard, glanced at Jian Wuji weakly, and asked, "What's your name?"

Jian Wuji replied expressionlessly: "Ling Kong Pavilion, Jian Wuji." ”

The old man guarding the tomb had never seen the young man, but the name of Jian Wuji, the old man had heard that the old man's closed disciple of Master Jun Kun had mentioned it to him, and many monks who came to the sword mound had mentioned it to him.

To say that in this life, Master Jun Kun also accepted three disciples, all of whom were amazingly talented, but unfortunately, they all died.

Master Jun Kun is very old, and he may return to heaven at any time, and as soon as he dies, it is estimated that the inheritance of Lingkong Pavilion will be severed, so it is no wonder that he is in a hurry to let Jian Wuji come to the sword shrine to summon the sword.

The old man guarding the tomb put away his complicated thoughts, threw a sign to Jian Wuji, and said: "Three hours, whether you have summoned the sword or not, you must come out; ”

Jian Wuji took the sign with an expressionless face, hugged his fists to the old man and said, "Thank you." ”

Seeing Jian Wuji walk into the sword mound without saying a word, the old man guarding the tomb was old after all, and he was about to sleep for a while, when another man came to the sword mound.

The man had a tiger's back and a bear's waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face was majestic, he came to the side of the old man guarding the tomb with a steady step, and said in a voice like a Hong Zhong: "Chu Moyang of the Sword Pavilion has seen his predecessors!"

The old man guarding the tomb was startled, and quickly got up, he waved his hand and said, "Chu Moyang, you be quiet, it's not that I don't know you." ”

Chu Moyang smiled, leaned closer, and said with low eyebrows: "Senior, why haven't you come to our Sword Pavilion to sit recently, our senior brothers miss you." ”

The old man guarding the tomb was bored a few days ago, so he left the sword mound and went to the Bajian Pavilion, but the people in the Bajian Pavilion almost demolished his old bones, and the old man who guarded the tomb became angry when he thought about it. He glanced at Chu Moyang and felt that this black-bellied kid must have deliberately shouted so loudly to scare himself.

The old man guarding the tomb pretended to be disgusted and glanced at Chu Moyang, and said: "You have been in the beginning for eighteen years, and you only came to summon the sword after the Great Perfection of the Jindan Period, and the sword Wuji of the people has only been a year old, and the cultivation of the Qi training period has entered, No! Look, it is still in front of you." ”

Chu Moyang scratched his head and said, "I can compare with Jian Wuji, and I'm not a disciple......

The old man guarding the tomb interrupted Chu Moyang's words and said, "Don't give me a poor mouth, if you have the ability, you can go to the sword shrine now and call a good sword for me to see." ”

Chu Moyang said: "Then you have to give me the brand, otherwise I won't be able to pass the enchantment of the sword mound." ”

The old man guarding the tomb threw the sign to Wu Di and said helplessly: "Get out of here." ”

Chu Moyang smiled and said, "Senior, okay, I'll go." ”

The old man looked around and saw that there was no one, yawned, and squinted again.

"Hello senior. A gentle voice interrupted the old man's sweet dream.

"Are you annoyed?" The old man who had broken his dream three times raised his head helplessly, he looked at the young man in front of him listlessly, and asked, "Are you from that pavilion again?"

The well-dressed young man said, "Liuyun Pavilion, Li Changan." ”

"Liuyun Pavilion?" the old man muttered regretfully, and after handing the sign to Li Changan, the old man instructed: "I know more etiquette than the two guys in front of me, go early and return early." ”

Li Changan took the sign handed over by the old man, smiled and nodded to the old man.

The old man guarding the tomb looked at Li Chang'an's back, feeling a little familiar, very similar to the back of the man back then; the old man at the tomb sighed, threw out his complicated thoughts, and squinted again and dozed off.

Three hours passed quickly.

After the old man woke up, he silently pinched his fingers and counted the time, "It's going to be three hours soon!

The first to come out of the Sword Shrine Enchantment was Chu Moyang, who was carrying a heavy sword that was not much smaller than him! The sword body was pitch black and unsheathed, large and bladeless!

The old man guarding the tomb looked at the elated Chu Moyang, and exclaimed: "Taishan, Taishan Sword?" The old man guarding the tomb hurriedly picked up a pen and paper and wrote a line of words on the small book in front of him, "In the eighteenth year of Chengping of the Han Kingdom, on the seventh day of the second month, Wu Di of the Sword Pavilion won the fifteenth sword of the sword mound - Mount Tai!"

The old man guarding the tomb had just written this paragraph, and when he looked up, he saw another person walking out of the enchantment, he reached out and wiped his eyes, and looked at Jian Wuji in disbelief, Jian Wuji was still expressionless at this time, but his expression seemed to be a little tired.

Jian Wuji was holding a sword in his hand, this sword was much longer than an ordinary sword, at least four feet and three inches, the scabbard and the hilt were all pitch black, and the scabbard was entangled by the iron chain on the hilt, causing the sword body to be connected to the scabbard, so it should be difficult for this sword to pull out the sword.

The old man guarding the tomb swallowed his throat rolling, he calmed the shock in his heart, and continued to write a line of words behind Chu Moyang: 'In the eighteenth year of Chengping of the Han Kingdom, on the seventh day of the second month, the sword of the Lingkong Pavilion is infinite, and the sword of the sword mound ranks third - not afraid of Shura!'

The old man guarding the tomb retracted his shocked heart and looked in the direction of the exit of the sword mound, waiting for the last person to come out.

After a while, the old man guarding the tomb finally waited for Li Chang'an, and the old man was already shocked when he saw Jian Wuji take out the sword that was not afraid of Shura, but after looking at the sword in Li Chang'an's hand, the expression of the old man guarding the tomb was more than shock, and there was more disbelief.

The old man picked up the pen and wrote a line of words tremblingly: 'In the eighteenth year of Chengping of the Han Kingdom, on the seventh day of the second month, Li Chang'an of Liuyun Pavilion won the sword mound ranked last - three catties of goose'.

Li Changan looked at the rusty scrap iron bar in his hand, and it was difficult to suppress the question in his heart, "What the hell is this sword?"

The old man walked up to Li Chang'an's side and picked up a rusty sword called "Three Jin Goose", "You are Xiao Yichen's disciple!"

Li Changan nodded.

The old man smacked his lips and said, "You are lucky!"

Li Changan was puzzled and asked, "Senior, what do you say? Could it be that this sword still hides a mystery?"

"No!" the old man shook his head and said, "I've only heard of this sword at the bottom of the list, but I've never seen it, and if you can take out this sword, it is enough to show that you are very powerful!"

Li Changan looked at the rusty sword in his hand like an iron bar, and said embarrassedly: "No, since you are ranked last, how can it be powerful." ”

The old man guarding the tomb explained to Li Changan: "The first ranking and the last ranking are both proof of strength, just like the first-ranked sword, this last-ranked sword has never been summoned!"

Li Changan said speechlessly: "When my predecessor said this, I felt even more uncomfortable. ”